[Verse 1]

So what are ya?

Right-wing shitface

Always so concerned with race

Smarter than the others and he knows it

What are ya, then, are ya?

Left-leaning, just a bit

You dirty fucking communist!

Get real, it's never worked

You know that you're gonna outgrow it

Central, nuanced

Not clouded with influence

Educated, indecisive

Bystander, left, right

Far-right, far-left

Nurtured in the same nest

Both fucking meet in the middle

Karl Marx, Keynes, Smith

Couldn't ever say shit

Instinct Tory, heart Labour, hеad Liberal

[Chorus]

I take my land, I made my land, and I'm surе

There's nothing great about Britain anymore

[Verse 2]

If you're so good at fucking learning

When you learn about your past

Find that we haven't quite escaped the immortality

Of the ruling class

I'm sure that you're bored

And when you are so

Tell me, where does your mind go?

Energy companies profit in crisis

Medical companies profit in crisis

Reckon your government profits in crisis?

Is it so easy to profit in crisis?

I took a look at your history

Many a book, many a century

Murder and killing

More murder conspiracy

Year, by year, by year

Nothing is different

So backwards, how you gonna sort it?

Run away then you come back crawling

Make a plan then you're the tyrant

You had freedom? Somebody bought it

I swore that I would set out to do something

I came back with nothing

No, I could do nothing

There's nothing much good and that is fine

I don't fucking care what it used to be like

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I take my land, I made my land, and I'm sure

There's nothing great about Britain anymore

I take my land, I made my land, and I'm sure

There's nothing great about Britain anymore

[Verse 3]

When words against the system are dismissed as complaints

Then complaint has no value

Words have no place

Regenerate your leaders with a copy and paste

Don't argue that it trickles down

Say it to their face

When privilege determines potential, who are you?

Most politicians went to the same three schools

Money, drugs, and Hollywood

The idea maybe you could

Move away and start anew

That people would ever help you

I care a lot, that's all I've got

I wouldn't let my people rot

Hope

Smart blokes on the news

Ten ways the world fucking lies to you

When every complaint is rejected as anarchic

Every word against the system gets your blood fucking pumping

Complaints will forever be ineffective

And words mean nothing